letra de double seater - big vern
[intro]
swish, run ’em bands up!
look at that, big vern!
[chorus]
2 bad b-tches on my d-ck, call that a double seater
she ain’t f-ckin with you no more, ’cus you don’t know how to treat her
gotta put this sh-t to the max, b-tch blow out the speaker
knocked that b-tch straight outta the park, just like i’m derek jeter
(whoa)
strictly only talkin’ ms that’s cash sh-t, you ain’t gettin’ money with the gang
(b-tch you broke)
you been hangin’ ’round the team, can’t f-ck with that sh-t, get the f-ck up off of my d-ck
(you’s a hoe)
[verse 1]
sittin’ on the top of the world, never switch up my demeanor
icy like i changed up the season, call me a kitchen freezer
run up on you, pull out the .40, we get no misdemeanor
we catchin’ bags, no drops on the season, call me a wide receiver
bottom of the chain, ’til we keep it movin’, goin’ and we run sh-t
b-tch you is a slave to the industry, you’s a puppet
call me giannis how i drive to the hoop and get the bucket
when i’m f-ckin’ on yo b-tch, get that sh-t all up in her stomach
money on my mind, while i’m countin the guala, call that coincidental
call me wavy, by the way that i be flowin’ on the instrumental
not even at my peak, all this sh-t i drop been experimental
just wait for the ep, that sh-t fasho finna be monumental
[chorus]
2 bad b-tches on my d-ck, call that a double seater
she ain’t f-ckin with you no more, ‘cus you don’t know how to treat her
gotta put this sh-t to the max, b-tch blow out the speaker
knocked that b-tch straight outta the park, just like i’m derek jeter
(whoa)
strictly only talkin’ ms that’s cash sh-t, you ain’t gettin’ money with the gang
(b-tch you broke)
you been hangin’ ’round the team, can’t f-ck with that sh-t, get the f-ck up off of my d-ck
(you’s a hoe)
[verse 2]
run it back, nah we ain’t done, bring that b-tch back right in for verse 2
why yo b-tch say she want me, you ain’t the one she turn to
f-ck the beef, i get money, chase a bag all i pursue
f-ck with the gang and get money that’s all she really wanna do
every song we droppin’, it’s poppin, we on top b-tch
fly out to hawaii, bahamas, we in the tropics
ballin’ like i’m harden, we stepback, imma houston rocket
never f-ckin’ with a broke boy, no money up in your pockets
i do this sh-t for fun and for the one’s who really f-ckin with the repertoire
and once i go further, finna turn this into a seminar
lames stealin my rhymes like they takin sh-t from’ a cookie jar
this rappin’ sh-t is easy like riding a bike with no handlebars
[chorus]
2 bad b-tches on my d-ck, call that a double seater
she ain’t f-ckin with you no more, ‘cus you don’t know how to treat her
gotta put this sh-t to the max, b-tch blow out the speaker
knocked that b-tch straight outta the park, just like i’m derek jeter
(whoa)
strictly only talkin’ ms that’s cash sh-t, you ain’t gettin’ money with the gang
(b-tch you broke)
you been hangin’ ’round the team, can’t f-ck with that sh-t, get the f-ck up off of my d-ck
(you’s a hoe)
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